- Apr 9, 2011
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Weird-ish morning: I got awakened by a Bewick's Wren singing in the climbing hydrangea next to my open window, and none of the cockerels crowed until just now. Cold and misty, reminds me of the dig in the Skagit when the only thing that we had to keep warm was a two-gallon granite pot of cowboy coffee.